“Are you going buffalo hunting, mi amigo?” asked Senor Esquerra. Ross only chuckled for a moment but said nothing.
Ross rose, extended his hand to Esquerra who greeted Ross in the manner of two good friends in Mexico with the abrazo. They smiled, said hello again and sat down at a table each with a cold beer and shot glasses and a bottle of what Ross had been told was a very good Tequila in honor of Esquerra. They ceremoniously toasted Flora and bowed their heads for a sad moment of lamentation about the child and then drank the Tequila, chasing it with good cold beer. Then they got down to the business of discussing what Ross wanted to speak about.
Ross said, “I don't want to have to kill all the ranch hands that work for the J-Bar, Senor Esquerra. None of them had a hand in killing Jen
